Hey all! This is... basically where I will, from now on, dump all my Legal Drug drabbles and one-shots as to stop cluttering up my page. Expect lots of smut... even though I suck at writing that. It'll be good practice for me, I guess.
Your feedback is very much appreciated! Love you guys :) enjoy the madness!
This particular story is based on an RP glostarz and I had a looong time ago. I wrote it last year and never finished it... until now. Also my very first attempt at a full blown, in detail sex scene. Wut. Hope you enjoy!
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"Student Teacher"
Setting: some high school in North America, present day.
Fade in: deserted hallway. A student turning the corner at a run, almost slipping and having to catch himself with one arm before continuing down the hall.
Zoom in: student; Kazahaya Kudo. Age 18. Currently late for Science class.
Kazahaya groaned internally when he found the classroom door closed. Now everyone would know of his late arrival. If only he could just materialize into goo and slip under the crack in the door, gravitating to his desk and taking human form once more, making up some amazing excuse as to how Mr. Hanson did not notice him during roll call. He was bent down to retrieve his pen? Ah, that could work. Too late he was stepping through the door now, making a face as all eyes turned to him.
As Kazahaya took his seat, the teacher turned from the board to face him. This time Kazahaya audibly groaned.
Mr. Himura was the instructor today… although he had asked everyone to call him Rikuo, Kazahaya refused to comply. He was Mr. Hanson's student teacher and had been for the better part of a month. He usually would stand idly by as the original teacher prattled on; taking note and observing. But on days like these, when Mr. Hanson was absent, Rikuo would teach the class.
Rikuo was stricter than Mr. Hanson… obnoxiously so. Ever since his first day, Rikuo seemed to have it out for Kazahaya. Always passing by his desk the most and flicking Kazahaya's ear when he did. Or calling on Kazahaya when his hand was clearly not up, eyeing him during one of the teacher's long lectures, or occasionally tripping him on his way out the door.
"Kazahaya," Rikuo caught his attention. Said boy looked up with a scowl in place. Rikuo turned back to the white board before speaking again. "I think you need to see me after class."
"You think?" Kazahaya muttered under his breath.
"Yes Kudo; I need to see you after class," Rikuo reiterated, not pausing in his formula, voice stern.
Kazahaya felt a little jab of panic. After all, Rikuo a.k.a. Mr. Himura, was superior to Kazahaya's intellect and age. He also held the almighty power to tattle tale on the students. Not that Rikuo ever did… except on Kazahaya. Of course.
"Right," Kazahaya breathed, sinking into his seat.
Rikou obviously didn't think that was enough. Kazahaya began to wonder if Mr. Himura enjoyed talking… or just hearing the sound of his voice. It was really unnecessary; what he spoke next.
"You've been a very bad boy Kudo,"
Said senior looked up from his desk to stare at the student teacher's back with a look that debated whether Mr. Himura had lost his mind.
"And behavior such as this requires punishment." Rikuo finished, completely serious. Kazahaya failed to take him fervently, instead reacting with concerned obliviousness. Girls in class started giggling for some reason. Kazahaya failed to see any humor in this. Oh no… it was a conspiracy. Mr. Himura had somehow coned the rest of the class to go along with whatever sick joke he was playing on Kazahaya… to make him suffer in his own stupidity.
"…Okay."
After this brief moment of conversing, class began to go on as usual. Mr. Himura was writing scientific formulas on the board, copying from a spiral notebook in one arm, no doubt notes the original teacher left for him, and telling the class to copy as well. As Kazahaya copied the notes like a mindless drone, Himura prattled on about… something. Kazahaya zoned out during these moments, doodling on the side of his paper and thinking evil thoughts about the… thing.
Mr. Himura thinks he's so high and mighty, Kazahaya thought. He really thinks he can just get away with picking only on me. Doesn't anyone else see my pain? Actually, he could get away with it, Kazahaya gave as an after thought, scowling to himself. The only person he complained about Himura to was his not-so-reliable best friend, Fai Flourite… who was constantly at the ridiculous idea that this fat headed student teacher actually liked his spastic friend… just had an odd way of showing affection. Kazahaya declared his friend to be mentally unstable and blind to all senses of the word "affection."
Maybe if Mr. Himura wasn't always such a hard ass, Kazahaya would have found him attractive, and not just physically. It was a sad truth; no one could deny the student teacher's overly handsome face, dark skin, broad shoulders, and thick arms hiding obvious muscle under his flannel shirt, the fair haired boy was no exception. But his God awful personality denied anything more.
Kazahaya had been unaware that he had been whispering his thoughts unconsciously. It was a horrible and cliché habit. Cliché because Rikuo had caught on and interrupted the blondish boy's musing.
"I can hear you saying my name, Kudo." Ugh! Kazahaya really couldn't stand the guy!
"Nuh uh!" Was his brilliant counter attack. Kazahaya mentally slapped himself. Nuh uh? What was he, four?
Rikuo's replying tone was slightly laced with teasing. "I can hear you, Kazahaya."
God, if it was one thing Kazahaya absolutely could not stand about the psychotic substitute death teacher, it was when Mr. Himura called him by his first name. Kazahaya lowered his head and glared at the wall, not wanting to actually get… punished, as Himura so eloquently put it.
After a few seconds, Rikuo put down the notebook and walked over to Kazahaya's desk, resting his hand on the cheap wood and lowering himself so his lips were at the fidgeting boy's ear, whispering. "I don't like to hear my name said like that," it sounded only slightly menacing.
Okay, seriously, what was up with this guy and the constant talking? Kazahaya darted his eyes to the side of his skull, catching one of Rikuo's eyes… they were green? He'd always thought they were hazel. Shit, he was really… kinda too close for comfort.
"Sorry," Kazahaya finally grumbled… having to get his character back. What was that all about?
Rikuo couldn't resist flicking Kazahaya in the arm before he walked back to the white board. Said boy rubbed at the slowly forming red spot with a scowl. I mean, what the hell? Kazahaya ignored the stares directed toward him and the whispers being initiated and just sunk more into his chair.
While Rikuo went back to standing by the board, explaining light speeds and refractions… whatever that shit was, Kazahaya chewed on his pencil eraser as something to do. It probably wasn't the best thing to chew… but Kazahaya always brought a pencil for science; it being his worst subject (now a despicable subject since Rikuo started hanging around) and thus having to use currently saliva coated eraser constantly to eradicate his lame mistakes. Usually he chewed on pen caps. When there is no cap to chew, he went for the pen itself. Once he punctured the ink capsule and ended up with a mouth full of blue ink… the stain took forever to come off his teeth. Thankfully that was a time last year, before Himura came and made his life a living hell, or else he would for sure find some way to tease Kazahaya about it.
Kazahaya continued to chew, even as Rikuo's intelligible speaking ceased, eyes on his paper, so when he spoke it scared the living shit out of the chewing youth and caused him to drop the utensil in a spastic movement.
"Stop putting things in your mouth," he said.
Kazahaya sighed loudly, bending down to retrieve his germy pencil, knowing it was he whom Himura was speaking to.
"Who are you, my mother?" Kazahaya asked sarcastically, finally starting to become unimpressed with this constant chatter. He peeked up at the clock and was a little relieved at the time. Twenty minutes until lunch. This time could pass by really fast if Rikuo would stop interrupting himself for no reason.
"No, Kazahaya. And if you wish to extend the time with me after class to time after school, I suggest you start to behave," he sounded so serious too! Kazahaya felt like screaming; he didn't do anything wrong!
That was when Fai, Kazahaya's (pretty much) only friend in school, turned around in his seat to face the mumbling boy. He had managed to keep his words to himself (as Fai normally would turn around to have a chat with his friend, but if Mr. Himura were watching, they'd always get smacked), but it was really becoming too much. In fact, a grin was already in place when Fai opened his mouth to whisper, Himura's back to the class.
"You know," Fai licked his lips. "I think he's flirting."
Kazahaya stared.
Fai shrugged slightly, acknowledging Kazahaya's response. "Badly, yes. But seriously... are you picking up on this?"
Kazahaya slumped in his chair, crossing his arms across his chest. "He just hates me."
"Or he seriously wants you... he just has a different way of showing it," Fai winked. Kazahaya rolled his eyes.
"Stop talking, you're going to get me in trouble," Kazahaya bent back down over his notebook, pretending to write something down, as Rikuo had just turned back to the class.
"There are better things you could be doing with that mouth besides talking," Kazahaya didn't have to look up to know that Stupid Teacher Himura was looking right at him as he spoke.
Fai turned back to face front once more, a small giggle escaping his lips. A couple minutes passed before a piece of paper was set on Kazahaya's desk, courtesy of Fai.
He's talking about a blow job. The note read. Kazahaya turned red and scribbled back a response.
Shut up! He's just trying to rile me up; trying to get me into more trouble. But I wont fall for it!
Fai grinned as he read it. Kazahaya really was clueless... or he just refused to believe it. Fai couldn't blame him, really.
The bell rang for lunch. Kazahaya muttered a "finally," as he gathered up his supplies. While Himura was erasing the white board of his marker-scribbles, Fai stood up and over Kazahaya, who was still seated.
"Have fun," he spoke quietly, a knowing smirk upon his features. Kazahaya's brows narrowed. He was hoping to forget that he actually had to stay after.
"Doubt it. I'll see you at lunch," Kazahaya waved his hand dismissively, noticing out of the corner of his eye Mr. Himura leaning against the teacher's desk, waiting.
Fai walked out of the room and Mr. Himura followed shortly after, closing the door behind him. Kazahaya watched in growing fear of what? as he also locked it and pulled the shade down over the glass.
The room seemed to shrink. Kazahaya hadn't moved from his desk, too afraid of letting his eyes fall from the student teacher as he took his time walking leisurely back to the front of the room, leaning against Mr. Hanson's desk again and beckoning Kazahaya to stand in front of him. With a small sigh, Kazahaya stood and did as he was told, automatically going into grovel mode, hoping this wouldn't take long.
"I'm sorry I was late. I have P.E. right before this class, and the teacher really doesn't give us enough time to change. And the gym is like, on the other side of the building from here so, even running, it's really hard to beat the time," Kazahaya blabbered on. Himura pretended like he was listening.
"You can come here in your gym cloths," he interrupted the rambling boy.
Kazahaya paused, mouth open slightly due to being cut off mid sentence. "Um, but they smell..."
The teacher shrugged. "Come in just your shorts then."
That made Kazahaya's head snap up, having previously been glued to his shoes. "Eh? You're... not serious, right?"
Mr. Himura only smirked, taking a step closer, causing Kazahaya to step back, eyebrow raised. "So, what were you and Flourite taking up my class time talking about?"
Kazahaya felt like yelling, this isn't your class! But kept his thoughts inside, thinking quickly before speaking, looking over Himura's shoulder. "He wanted to know what was for lunch," he froze when Himura took another step forward, feeling the edge of a desk hit his hips, lips parted again in surprise.
"Um, sir, what are you-?"
Kazahaya thought his heart busted out of his chest when the young teacher bent over slightly to rest his hands flat atop the desk, on either side of Kazahaya's hips, suddenly face-to-face.
"Kazahaya," he spoke softly, hot breath hitting the boy's face, all but moaning his name. Said boy felt his cheeks heat up for no reason. "Why don't you ever call me by my first name? Everyone else does..."
The blondish boy had to pause and try to collect himself. Damn, what the hell is going on? "B-because," Kazahaya mentally slapped himself for stuttering. "You're my teacher; it's a sign of respect. When you become a full time educator, that's what everyone will call you, Mr. Himura," a lie of course. Kazahaya only refused to comply to try and irritate the tall man.
"I see your point," he moved in bit by bit. "But I want to be on more... intimate standards, with my students," Kazahaya was unconsciously leaning back as Himura loomed over him, their knees touching now. Kazahaya started panicking. What the hell? Intimate? And why the hell is he so close?! Oh shit... he had a brief flash of what Fai had been saying to him ever since Himura started hanging around, that he liked him. Oh, God. No way... He just said he likes to be on a personal level with his students. That's not... totally unreasonable. I mean, as a teacher, you want to know your students, right? It's got nothing to do with... me... wait, THEN WHY THE HELL DOES HE PICK ON ME?!
"That doesn't seem very professional," Kazahaya managed to cough out. His facial expression started to mirror his thoughts, causing Himura to give him a strange look.
"Are you sick?" Kazahaya jumped ten feet in the air and landed awkwardly over the small desk when Mr. Himura placed his hands on his cheeks, feeling the obvious warmth and now the blistering heat of surprise added on to the embarrassment. Rikuo's lips slowly stretched into a menacing smirk, now completely leaning over the flustered boy, trapping him. "You're all red." He only had Kazahaya's face in his palms for a couple seconds before the klutzy boy had flung himself backwards comically, hands now back in their original position over Kazahaya's sides.
Kazahaya closed his eyes and took a calming breath, knowing that if he spoke now he would be screaming and/or stuttering like a fool.
"Sir," his breath was only a little shaky. Kazahaya opened his eyes to meet his tormentor's. "Could you please give me some space?"
A moment of silence passed. Mr. Himura didn't move. Kazahaya started to get a cramp in his elbows, which were currently helping to prop him up on the flat desk surface.
Finally, after what seemed like forever, the student teacher spoke.
"Why?"
Kazahaya exploded.
"Because I fuckin' asked politely! Even though you don't deserve ANY kind of respect! Where the hell do you get off, bullying me every day?! Do you think I like being the center of frickin' attention? Do you like seeing me angry? Is that it? You freak. How do you plan to be 'intimate' with your students if all you succeed in doing is pissing them off! I swear, one day-!"
Mr. Himura had grabbed Kazahaya's chin, rather roughly, and part of his jaw, glaring daggers and suddenly dangerously close to his face. Kazahaya's eyes shook. Shit, he had really pissed him off. His mouth had been caught while it was open widely. Another silence filled the air.
A squeak emerged from Kazahaya's throat when he felt a arm slide around his lower back, griping tightly and pulling him to stand on his feet again, pulling him flush against Himura's body. Kazahaya blushed again as the hand around his face had him look up into his eyes. Mr. Himura was staring at him, eyes softening instantly, the grip around his jaw loosened, letting Kazahaya clamp his lips together.
"I'm sorry," the black haired man spoke softly. The fairer gasped as the hand previously at his chin moved- stroked really- his jaw line, up over his ear, and through his hair, fingers combing all the way down to his neck. He began leaning down, gripping a handful of Kazahaya's hair.
"I am a freak," Himura began, softly. "I like teasing you, only you. I like seeing you angry, seeing the glow in your eyes and the red on your cheeks," he stopped to smile. Kazahaya felt like his heart just melted. "It's so sexy," he leaned down so their noses almost touched. The younger felt his eyelids getting heavy, noticing how Himura's fingers spread out on his lower back. "I can't help it. I think of you all the time; all the ways that fire could be directed elsewhere..." the fingers around his hips moved down, over Kazahaya's back pockets, pressing, but not squeezing.
Kazahaya heard a small noise of satisfaction, almost like a moan, and closed his eyes in embarrassment when he realized he had made the sound. Rikuo couldn't take it anymore. He captured those parted lips in a hard kiss, eyes shut even before contact.
He didn't jump, surprisingly. Kazahaya had been waiting for the kiss, returning it with his own vigor, moving his lips against Rikuo's and feeling a shudder course through his body. A tongue slipped inside his mouth as they both parted briefly to change the angle, Kazahaya eagerly sucked it in, sliding his own along the pink muscle and into Rikuo's mouth. His arms, previously unmoving at his sides, slid up to lock around Rikuo's neck, pulling him closer.
Rikuo couldn't contain the drawn out moan, making Kazahaya's mouth vibrate, feeling the boy he had been dreaming about clinging to him like a lifeline. After one more grip to the back of Kazahaya's neck Rikuo brought that arm around Kazahaya's waist to meet the other, pulling their hips together. Kazahaya took a step forward as Rikuo took a step back, walking together until the latter felt his butt hit the edge of his desk, grinning, causing Kazahaya to stop moving his lips.
Rikuo watched as Kazahaya's eyes fluttered open, having to go back in for a lighter kiss; the kid's face was just irresistible.
"How old are you?" Rikuo asked, voice thick, lips brushing lips.
Kazahaya kept his eyes closed. "Eighteen," he felt Rikuo's lips spread in a smile. His heart beat started kicking back up again, in double time.
"Good," Rikuo whispered. "Cos I'm going to make you mine." Kazahaya thought he heard a slight growl in Rikuo's voice. He licked his lips, unsure how to react to that statement. His heart was beating fast, and Kazahaya was sure he was red as a tomato, but he couldn't meet Rikuo's eyes, couldn't think of something to say.
Kazahaya had become attracted to Rikuo in a matter of minutes. He was already physically attracted to him, but the words he spoke... just shook him. Yeah, he was still kind of a jerk, but Kazahaya knew that Rikuo liked him now... The idea wasn't repulsive. In fact, right now, Kazahaya wanted him too.
Rikuo faltered at the silence he received. "That is... if you want to," his grip around Kazahaya lessened.
Kazahaya shook his head, forcing himself to look up into this man's eyes. "You are a pain in the ass," Kazahaya combed through the thin hairs at the back of Rikuo's neck, watching his amused facial expression. "I'll make you a deal. If you stop treating me like shit during class, I'll give you all of me."
A goofy grin broke out on Rikuo's face. Kazahaya had to repress a giggle at the expression. "Certainly. I was only doing it to get your attention anyway."
"You should think of other ways," Kazahaya felt a confidence boost, falling for Rikuo a little bit harder, standing on tip toe to brush their noses together. Rikuo smiled, muttering "cute."
After gazing- there is no other word for it- at each other after another moment, Rikuo grinned as a warning before disappearing into the crook of Kazahaya's neck kissing with an open mouth, up and down.
"By the way," Kazahaya started, tilting his head to the side, ignoring his still rapidly beating heart. "How old are you?"
It was probably too late to ask that question. Rikuo probably understood that, as he chuckled before he answered. He was a college student, so Kazahaya was hoping he was at least in his early 20s. Because yes, he did have a preference.
"I turn 23 next month. Do I meet your standards?" Rikuo nipped a spot behind Kazahaya's ear.
Kazahaya felt a surge of pleasure from that bite travel down, causing him to press his pelvis against Rikuo's. He didn't answer, just lolled his head back, lips parted slightly, when Rikuo slowly rolled his hips back, against Kazahaya's.
"Mm..." Kazahaya's head rolled back down as Rikuo began licking and sucking the spot he had bit, their hips moving together, back and forth.
Kazahaya jumped slightly, feeling two hands that had managed to sneak down his ass, squeeze, fingers splayed out. He leaned onto Rikuo, causing him to detach from that pale neck. Another low chuckle was heard, along with an added grope to Kazahaya's rear, hands moving lower, in a massaging manner, one finger nudging itself between the jean covered crevasse, pressing, causing his victim to gasp with pleasure, spreading his legs. Kazahaya looked up into green eyes, his own taking on a considerably darker almond color, using his hands to pull Rikuo's head down for another kiss, surprising the taller man by taking charge.
As thrilling as it was letting his pupil dominate the kiss, Rikuo found that it wasn't enough, kissing back harshly, working his jaw and exploring Kazahaya's mouth, tongue moving erratically. Although his hands were around Rikuo's neck, Kazahaya pushed back with his lips, trying to straighten himself out and get Rikuo on his back. A loud moan escaped without permission when Rikuo quickly rearranged his stance, getting a knee between Kazahaya's legs, pushing against his stiffening cock.
Kazahaya exhaled sharply when his mouth was released briefly.
"Rikuo..." he whispered. Said man felt himself grin, thrusting his hips up, hearing the beautiful sound of Kazahaya trying to stifle a scream.
"Again," Rikuo spoke, kissing thin lips with an open mouth.
It took a moment for Kazahaya's fuzzy brain to comprehend what he heard. Swallowing, he repeated Rikuo's name, mumbling it against his lips.
"Louder," he released his lips from Kazahaya's, bending over him slightly to get a hand down lower, past his ass and in between his legs, getting as much grip as he could of his sack and simultaneously thrusting forward again, his thigh sliding deliciously along Kazahaya's erection.
"Ah- Rikuo!" Kazahaya yelled, blushing soon after.
"Shit, Kaza..." Rikuo pulled back, meeting almond eyes that stared back, lids low and pupils enlarged.
That stare was all Rikuo needed to snap him to life and begin devouring this boy he had fantasized about for far to long. He pulled Kazahaya's thin T-shirt up and over his arms, dropping it to the floor and kissed Kazahaya again, feeling the pale skin under his hands and the boy's arms around his neck.
"Ahh..." Kazahaya broke the kiss to lean his head back when he felt a finger gently circling a hard nipple, teasing and testing his reaction. Rikuo watched, awe struck as Kazahaya licked his bottom lip, eyes still closed, as he continued ignoring the pointed nub, pressing his other hand to the front of Kazahaya's jeans, massaging the protruding organ until he had his prey shuddering with retained pleasure.
"Please, Rikuo," Kazahaya pleaded softly. Rikuo popped the button to Kazahaya's pants and touched his neglected nipple as well.
"Please?" Rikuo smirked, pulling the zipper down slowly. He was dying for direct contact, but watching Kazahaya plead was something he was not expecting and was entranced by it, wanting more. He bent over slightly and licked Kazahaya's nipple just as he began stroking him through his boxer briefs.
Kazahaya moaned lowly, placing a hand on Rikuo's shoulder, feeling the fabric underneath his fingers, and found the motivation to put his own hands to work, in quickly unbuttoning Rikuo's white flannel shirt. As he tried to pull it off, it became stuck and he realized with aggravation that he had forgotten about the stupid blue tie. It wasn't even a clip on.
"I don't know how to do this..." Kazahaya pulled on Rikuo's tie for emphasis. The college student chuckled, taking Kazahaya's wrists and pulling them down to his sides.
"Worry about that later," he said in a husky voice that Kazahaya could only nod to. Rikuo finally turned Kazahaya around, so his back was against the desk instead, and reached behind him to shove everything on the desk to the floor; cleanup be damned. Rikuo's laptop clattered to the floor and Kazahaya couldn't help but wince.
"Don't worry about it," Rikuo spoke quickly, reading Kazahaya's thoughts. He nodded again and squeaked when he felt himself lifted up and pushed down onto the long desk, Rikuo crawling over top of him soon after, the tie dangling and tickling Kazahaya's stomach.
Rikuo leaned down, keeping eye contact with the student below him before dipping his head down to kiss his lips, cheek, jaw line, neck, and down, pinching a nipple on the way. Kazahaya blushed, arching his back and staring at the ceiling tiles. Only when he felt Rikuo's lips pressing against his clothed arousal did Kazahaya close his eyes, moving his hips up slightly and opening his mouth mutely as Rikuo traveled even lower, nuzzling his nose against his balls.
Kazahaya whimpered, feeling girly but not caring, as Rikuo finally pulled his pants down and off, after quickly disposing of Kazahaya's shoes.
Kazahaya bit his lip to prevent from begging. Rikuo was taking his time again, nudging his fingers under the elastic of Kazahaya's underwear. He bent his knees slightly and blushed even more when Rikuo gently eased the boxer briefs down, gazing at Kazahaya's erect member. His eyes traveled up, back to Kazahaya's eyes.
"Damn you're so hot," his ran his fingers through Kazahaya's hair after he spoke.
Kazahaya blinked, the pink coloring on his cheeks turning red.
"Really?" He asked quietly.
Rikuo smiled. Kazahaya thought he felt his heart melt, but that wasn't possible.
"So cute too," he captured Kazahaya's lips once more, dipping his tongue out to touch those soft lips. Kazahaya kissed back openly, pushing his own tongue against Rikuo's for fun before letting him invade his mouth completely, bringing his arms up and around Rikuo's shoulders, one hand gripping the short black hair lightly.
The kiss escalated quickly, sounds of harsh exhaling through noses were heard as well as the smacks of lips and tongue constantly changing angles. Kazahaya brought one of his legs up to trail his heel up Rikuo's leg and back down, rolling his hips so his dick would press against the hard denim of Rikuo's jeans.
"Mm!" Kazahaya's eye brows furled, legs spreading apart instantly as Rikuo had snuck a hand away to grip Kazahaya's hard shaft, thumbing the dripping tip. He pulled away from the kiss with a lick, peeking down then back up, grinning.
"You're leaking."
Kazahaya didn't know whether to be embarrassed or roll his eyes at Rikuo's incredible observational skills.
Instead he went for, "Why are you still dressed?"
Rikuo sniggered, sitting up to straddle Kazahaya's waist, toeing off his leather shoes and undoing his jeans, making awkward poses as he slid them off his legs and finally dropped them to the floor, his boxer shorts followed shortly after.
Kazahaya smiled through the whole "strip tease," unable to break away from Rikuo's massive... shit, this was probably gonna hurt.
Rikuo then made quick work of his tie, sliding it off then pausing to look at it. A wicked smirk crossed his lips and he leaned back over Kazahaya, grabbing his wrists as he did so.
"What are you-"
"Don't struggle," Rikuo interrupted, grinning now as he brought Kazahaya's hands above his head, holding them together with one hand as he wrapped his tie around the wrists, tying it into a secure knot. Kazahaya swallowed, his head tilted up to see what Rikuo was doing.
When he was done, Rikuo came face-to-face with Kazahaya again kissing him on the nose.
Kazahaya didn't even know what to say. But he wasn't surprised, he expected as much out of Rikuo.
Rikuo didn't need to hear anything. He finished taking off the remainder of his attire, sitting over Kazahaya for a moment longer than necessary.
Kazahaya didn't want to, just to spite him, but he ogled anyway. It was something straight out of an Acrombie and Fitch magazine. Beautiful, wide shoulders, sculpted chest and abs, but not hideously bulky. It was all tan too... all of Rikuo, not a tan line to be seen. It made Kazahaya feel a tad self conscious.
Rikuo's eyebrows literally waggled. "Like what you see?"
Kazahaya scoffed. "Please."
Rikuo grinned, lowering himself once again so their arousals touched. Kazahaya's breath hitched, pushing his hips up.
"You know you like it," Rikuo kissed Kazahaya once, twice, and again, easing his way down so their bodies were flush against each other.
Kazahaya groaned, his arms twitching above his head. Rikuo broke the kiss to watch Kazahaya's head tilt back as he grabbed their manhoods together, sliding his member along Kazahaya's, his hand large enough to have a hard grip to make them both grit their teeth to prevent a loud moan.
"Shit, Rikuo... do something already," Kazahaya begged, moving his hips with Rikuo while fighting down shudders of his looming orgasm.
With pleasure, Rikuo thought, using his free hand to open the top drawer of the desk, pushing paper and stuff out of the way until he found his lube and a single condom.
Kazahaya saw the items in his hand and snickered.
"You always keep a condom and lube on hand?"
"Not in the classroom, no," Rikuo began, smiling as well. "But I had a feeling about today..." He cast an evil look at Kazahaya.
Rikuo quickly made note of the time and cussed silently. No more time for foreplay, luckily both of them seemed ready to burst. Rikuo knew that once he was inside Kazahaya, he wouldn't hold out long.
He let go of himself and Kazahaya, upturning the plastic bottle and squeezing out some clear gel onto his fingers, sliding them together. He glanced at Kazahaya, feeling his eyes on him.
As his fingers danced around Kazahya's tight entrance, Rikuo spoke.
"Have you ever done this before?" He asked quietly.
Kazahaya was writhing. He didn't want to answer. His brain currently had one thing on his mind. But Kazahaya managed to swallow and answer with only a slight shake in his voice.
"Yeah."
Rikuo sighed in relief. He didn't want Kazahaya to be scared.
"Okay," he slowly entered one finger. Kazahaya's toes curled.
Rikuo felt his cock twitch. God Kazahaya was so tight, it was difficult pushing his finger up.
"Relax," Rikuo instructed. Obviously it had been a while since Kazahaya last had sex.
Kazahaya exhaled, unclenching his buttocks. Rikuo bent over and licked the head of Kazahaya's dick without warning. When Kazahaya moaned, Rikuo entered a second finger, covering only the head in his mouth.
Soon a third finger was added, stretching Kazahaya out and thoroughly slicking up the inside. Rikuo grazed his prostate more than a few times, making Kazahaya arch his back in sheer ecstasy, jaw dropping.
Rikuo brought his head up, reaching his free hand up to comb his fingers through Kazahaya's hair, making eye contact.
"Ready?"
Kazahaya nodded, eyebrows raising and mouth opening as Rikuo slid his fingers out.
The packet was opened, Rikuo rolled the condom on, lubed himself up, gripped Kazahaya's hips with one hand, the other holding the base of his dick as he edged himself closer, and paused.
He took a look at Kazahaya's desperate face, knowing full well that his expression was mirrored.
Kazahaya mumbled a "Go," and Rikuo gladly obeyed, pushing himself inside Kazahaya, deeper, until he was up to the hilt. Kazahaya whined, pulling at his tied wrists and panting.
"Holy shit," Rikuo gasped. It had been far too long since he had been inside of such a deliciously tight ass. He groaned as he kept still, watching Kazahaya for any signs of discomfort.
"You okay, love?" Rikuo licked his thumb and rubbed it against the head of Kazahaya's erection.
Kazahaya's eyes popped open at that. Love? Why would he call him that? Kazahaya and Rikuo studied one another briefly before Kazahaya nodded.
"Yeah, I'm fine. C'mon," he moved his hips up, causing Rikuo to make a loud sound in his throat. He lifted one of Kazahaya's legs over his shoulder and leaned down, gripping his hips as he pulled out and pushed back in. Not too slow or fast, but slow enough to torture himself, making his body shudder.
But once was enough.
Rikuo snapped his hips forward, pushing his fingers into Kazahaya's soft, delicate skin. He pulled out slowly only to push back in quickly, head hanging over, the pleasure overwhelming. He moved a hand to Kazahaya's weeping member, gripping it hard, pumping it time with his next thrusts.
"Ahh!" Kazahaya yelled, moaning softly after, forgetting they were still in school. Rikuo thrust again, watching Kazahaya's face as it scrunched up, trying to contain the noises his throat begged to release.
Kazahaya's other leg found its way over Rikuo's shoulder, heels digging into his lower back as Rikuo let himself go, thrusting in and out, increasing speed as he worked. Kazahaya wriggled constantly, wanting to do something with his arms. His body sliding up and down, up and down on the wooden desk.
Rikuo couldn't stop. His hips acted on their own as he thrust without care, mouth open, now pulling Kazahaya down to meet his strikes. It was so hot, so tight, so slick, Rikuo couldn't help but go faster, harder, again and again and again. One hand's blunt nails digging into Kazahaya's skin, the other keeping a firm grip on his dick, moving in time with his thrusts.
Kazahaya shook under Rikuo, his mouth constantly open in silent screams, tied wrists brought down over his stomach to feebly grip Rikuo's hair, thrusting his hips down, even though Rikuo had him under his control; movement was unnecessary.
Kazahaya babbled words like "Please," "Shit!" "Fuck!" and Rikuo's name, feeling his hot cock move in and out of him with such amazing friction and pressure. God it felt so good.
They came at the same time. Kazahaya didn't bother with words to warn, but Rikuo tried, coming down from his high after wards.
The pair fell still, just shoulders and stomachs moving up and down with labored breaths. Kazahaya groaned as Rikuo slid out slowly, unhooking his fingers from Rikuo's hair to let them drop on his stomach, staring up at the ceiling again.
Rikuo made quick work of disposing the very much used condom and laying on top of Kazahaya, uncaring really, about the sticky mess that had now transferred onto him.
Kazahaya hummed, tapping Rikuo on the back and getting his attention to his tied wrists. Riko smiled weakly as he undid the knot, laughing at how tight it had gotten because of Kazahaya's struggling.
They shared a kiss.
"So, what happens now?" Kazahaya inquired, playing with Rikuo's hair.
"Hm," Rikuo leaned down and lightly kissed Kazahaya. "How about I take you out to dinner after school, and we can start from there?" His nose nudged Kazahaya's.
Kazahaya smiled. "Okay."